As is the custom on New Years Eve one must drink to excess and wake up the following morning questioning your questionable state of drunkeness the night before.  2016 is of course no exception.

Mes Bitches came over from London and of course first port of call for NYE celebrations is Bespoke (if you haven’t been here, you haven’t lived).  We spend ( Read more... )

Yesterday I ate like a fat bitch because sometimes you just need to have a Menu A followed by a katsu curry.

It’s the first bit of socialising I’ve been able to do in the recent month or so with the insanity that is my current employment.  But more on that another time.

Basically myself, Lauren and Hilary went for some eats at Aki Paris near Opéra ( Read more... )

When there is nothing to be done during your lunch time, I have a recommendation.  Fill your eat hole with poutine.  The kind of dish your taste buds will thank you for, but perhaps the incoming future heart issues might make you regret.

So far the best poutine I’ve had in Paris has been in The Moose (side note the chicken wings are divine) and not ( Read more... )

Having unexpectedly joined in to a rather long evening out last night, it was a pleasant relief to have the opportunity to relax and go cray-cray with drinking games.

Because nothing is more sensible than drinking games. Unless of course you are somebody sensible, then you’d know better than that. But I digress.

As you’d expect dear reader, there ( Read more... )